The Written Heart.

The heart is written on the page

Unavoidable in the empty space

Occupied by that tender rage

Unfolding in the patterned lace

Weaving words beyond their age

 

Each soul of scribing innocence

Traverses the lettered landscape

Seeking that treasured sentence

And a beautifully poetic escape

In the darkened light of experience

 

More in joy filled fields we furrow

An’ less in borrowed crying pity

Memory, the heartache of tomorrow

Reminds us of the mortal humility

Hidden inside our treasured sorrow

 

Struggling for another sacred word

That takes us somewhere different

Untouched unseen and unheard

Even blessed as the fragrant scent

Drifting in the untraversed firmament

 

History is the shadow written presently

And oft’ times an enlightened tragedy

Lurking like a lark in lyrical symmetry

Weaving the future’s heavenly story

So beautifully funny a divine comedy.